The Bet
By Karen Singer
Chapter 58 (Sunday – week 9 Part 1 of 7)
Used! And confused!
That was simply how she felt.
Confused… and used!
Ray and Derek
were both there in her dream, lined up in front of her. And Sissy was there as well, standing off to
the side. And now both Ray and Derek
were demanding that she choose between them.
And she couldn’t. But mostly, she
couldn’t understand why they needed her to choose. Why couldn’t she love both of them?
“I’ll show you!”
Ray told her angrily. He grabbed her by
the hand and dragged her off to bed where he forced himself on her. And when he was finished, she simply felt
used. Sissy was there then, consoling
her, telling her that he understood how she felt. But Sissy could offer no help.
She was back
then, standing in front of both Ray and Derek.
“Now tell him that you choose me!” Ray demanded.
“No she won’t!”
Derek yelled angrily. “My turn
now!” And with that, Derek dragged her
roughly off to bed. He was rougher than
Ray, less inventive. And when he was
done, she felt even more worn out and used.
And when Derek had left her, Sissy was there one more time, helping her
to get up. Helping her to clean up.
“Now tell him
you choose me!” Derek demanded when she was again in front of the two men.
But she
couldn’t. She simply couldn’t choose
between them… because she didn’t want to choose between them. And she still couldn’t understand why they
needed her to choose. Why couldn’t they
all just get along? Like she did with
Sissy. Of all of them, Sissy was the
only one who didn’t make any demands on her.
He was the only one who treated her with any kind of respect and
tenderness. He was the only one who
didn’t make her feel… used!
“Must I show you
again?” Ray demanded angrily. And before
she knew it, he had grabbed her hand and was once again dragging her off to bed
– where she really didn’t want to go.
She was too worn out and weak to resist his strength in any way at all. And all she kept thinking was… Not again.
Not again.
He giggled! He crawled around the living room, pacifier
in his mouth, wearing super thick diapers… and a pink ballet costume. There was a party of some type going on, but
he was a baby, he had no reason to know what the party was for. He simply knew that there were lots of people
there to pay attention to him… or to give him a bottle… or to play with him…
and very often, to laugh at him. Or was
that to laugh with him, because mostly, whenever anyone laughed at him… he
giggled! Which was often.
And then Robin
looked down at him and asked sternly.
“When are you going to stop behaving like a baby and act like a man
again?”
He wanted to
giggle like a baby, but he couldn’t. Not
to that question. His happy dream
suddenly had something to bother him, making him much less happy. He thought about her question, but he had no
answer. He was a baby. He had no idea when he would be an adult
again.
He crawled away
from Robin and found Mel… or was it Mommy Mel?
“What do you want?” she asked. He
was going to tell her he wanted another bottle, but now that Robin had asked
her question, the baby word for bottle wouldn’t come out of his mouth. What did he want? Instead of a bottle, the words “self-respect,
friends, and a life” came to mind. But
he didn’t say them out loud. Getting no
verbal answer from him, Mel walked away… and he crawled off to a corner where
there were less people around.
And even in his
dream he tried to make sense of what he really wanted. Did he want to be a
baby? Or did he want to be an
adult? Or did he just want…
“self-respect, friends, and a life?” But
as a baby, he didn’t seem to be smart enough to figure any of that out.
Fortunately, he
didn’t have to dwell on that long as something from outside his dream forced
it’s way though. Talking… a moment
later, he realized he was listening to a commercial for one of the local car
dealers. As he concentrated on the
words, his dream was completely lost.
Nothing of it remained in his mind as he opened his eyes and rolled off
of his blow-up mattress. He glanced at
his pink clock-radio. Right on
time. Perfect. The only thing more perfect would be if Mel
had for some reason come in last night and left him a note like she always did…
no, like she used to. As he struggled to
his feet despite his super bulky and heavy diapers, he was somehow saddened by
the fact that Mel would no longer be leaving him her little notes. He had looked forward to them every day…
despite how troublesome many of them were.
He automatically
went to his refrigerator to grab his usual three bottles, but when he opened
it, all he saw inside was empty space.
Not one bottle. Nothing. He had drank the last of the bottles last
night. And even then he hadn’t really
had as many as he was supposed to. He
figured that much of today would be devoted to making more of Mel’s lousy green
tea.
Feeling oddly
thirsty, he headed for his bathroom to start getting ready. He shaved his face first – still wearing the
massive bulk of diapers. Those he
wouldn’t remove until just before he jumped into the shower. But as he shaved, he was still bothered by
the fact that he hadn’t drank any bottles at all this morning. He was bothered, and yet, for once he had a
good excuse for not drinking any! For
once he might actually get away with it!
In fact, Mel probably wouldn’t even check! But he still worried about it. He really didn’t want to get punished for
something like that. No telling how many
bottles Mel might force on him if she did find out… which still seemed like a
remote possibility. But still, he
worried… and… he was oddly thirsty.
It was only
because he was thirsty that before he finally removed his diapers to get into
the shower, he went back to his bedroom and found one of the used bottles from
last night. He took it into the kitchen
and washed it out in the sink, then filled it.
He was thirsty, wasn’t he? And he
didn’t have anything else in the house to drink from… not even one glass or cup. And all he had to drink was water. So he would drink just the one bottle to get
over his thirst and then go to Mel’s apartment.
He knew it was highly unlikely that she would find out about how many he
had really had to drink.
Taking his one bottle
of water into his living room to sit in his one and only chair, he stared up at
the wall of childish pictures in front of him and put the even more childish
bottle to his lips. He was only drinking
it because he was thirsty!
Pressed… and
dressed! That was what ran through his
mind as he stood in front of the mirror attached to his closet door. Pressed, and dressed. Well, mostly.
He was missing his shoes. He also
had to stuff his bra with pantyhose since once again he didn’t have the breast forms
glued on. He remembered leaving
everything at Mel’s apartment yesterday along with the uniform he wore
then. He never had a chance to retrieve
them when Ray had shown up. One nice
thing about stuffing his bra with the pantyhose, they weighted a whole lot less
than the heavy forms that were usually glued to his chest. He had no illusions at all that he would go
for long without once again being saddled with the heavy forms being fixed in
place so he couldn’t remove them. But he
would enjoy what he could, while he could.
So now, with the
exception of the missing pieces, he was about as ready as he could get. He grabbed his restocked diaper bag, the
plastic bag now containing only two used baby bottles, and his purse. He opened his door and went out. It was still fairly early. Early enough that it was unlikely that anyone
would be around to see him. Not that it
mattered. He was dressed far less
humiliatingly today than he often was.
And hopefully, it was also early enough that Mel wouldn’t be up
yet. He didn’t knock, instead he used
his key and let himself inside as quietly as possible.
Her apartment was
quiet – as if there was nobody home. He
paused for a moment to consider that.
Was she home? Was it possible she
wasn’t even there? She could have stayed
at Ray’s apartment last night. He
dropped his diaper bag and purse under her table by the door, and creeping
quietly in his stocking feet, made his way toward her bedroom. Her bedroom door was wide open – no lights
inside. He stopped at the doorway and
just listened. Breathing! He could just barely hear it. She was still asleep! Perfect.
Quietly, he tiptoed away and headed to the kitchen where he immediately
started fixing her morning coffee.
As he filled the
coffee carafe with water, he noticed the large pot in the sink that she usually
used to make his tea with. He figured
she must have left it there yesterday when Ray arrived. Once the coffee was making, almost hating to
do it, he opened her refrigerator and pulled out one of the last few remaining
baby bottles. He put it to his mouth to
drink, only because he knew he still had a wetting deadline and that Mel would
be definitely checking on that when she woke up… whenever that would be. Besides, strangely, he was still thirsty.
With the coffee
making and his bottle in his mouth, he looked around for something to do. His eyes again fell on the big pot in the
sink. He filled it with fresh water and
set it on the stove to start boiling. He
figured he might as well get a start on it since he knew the job was most
likely going to have to be done – whether he liked the tea or not.
Now… When was she going to wake up?
Her body felt
tired, yet wonderfully loose and relaxed – the after effects of so much sex
last night. She opened her eyes to the
smell of coffee brewing out in her kitchen… and she smiled. Sissy was there and her coffee was ready!
Sissy! Alarmed, she rolled over quickly in bed, and
reached her arm out to the side!
Empty! The bed was empty next to
her. Breathing a sigh of relief, she
briefly remembered telling Ray sometime in the middle of the night that he had
to leave… that he couldn’t be there in the morning. She must have fallen back asleep before he
actually left because for the life of her, she couldn’t remember him actually
leaving. At least, she hoped he had
gone.
Suddenly worried
about it, she nearly jumped out of bed.
She turned her light on so she could see better as she looked all
around. No sign of his clothes
anywhere. Breathing another sigh of
relief, she wrapped her robe around her and headed directly to her bathroom, as
much to make sure he wasn’t there as for needing it.
Chad heard her bathroom door and
ran out of the kitchen to look. Her
bedroom light was on! He hurried to pour
her a cup of coffee and started to take it to her bedroom… but he stopped. Should he take it there? She wasn’t in her bedroom right now. Maybe he should just hold it and wait to find
out where she would go. Feeling like
that was the better option, he stayed where he was and waited – fresh cup of
coffee in his hands.
Mel finished in
the bathroom and opened the door – not knowing if she wanted to go back to bed,
or simply get up and go into the kitchen.
But when she opened the door, she caught sight of sissy – her morning
coffee already in his hands and waiting for her. The sight of him in that maids dress ready to
serve her sent a bit of a sexual tingle through her body... despite how
sexually sated her body was from last night.
And when she saw him curtsey to her, that thrill doubled.
The coffee looked
good. The sight of Sissy there like that
looked better… despite the fact that she now noticed he wasn’t wearing any
shoes. Then she remembered, she had hurriedly
thrown them into her closet yesterday along with the rest of his uniform.
The coffee in his
hands looked good. But she was also
still exhausted from last night, not to mention, wonderfully limp inside. Sissy was her servant. Much of a servant’s job was to simply
wait. Despite the smell of the coffee,
she said, “I’m going back to bed. Don’t
wake me.” With a smile on her face, she
did just that.
Chad was a bit stunned. She was going back to bed? But he had her coffee all ready for her! Feeling a bit dejected, he took her coffee
back to the sink and dumped it out. Was
she going to go back to sleep? Or did
she want her laptop? Or… He saw the faint light from her bedroom lamp
going out. Back to sleep! Now what was he supposed to do?
He picked up his
baby bottle and nursed on it while he checked the big pot of tea that was
almost ready. Almost ready, but not
quite. He would have sat down in his
highchair like he did yesterday morning since he knew his diaper wasn’t close to
leaking yet, but his highchair was obviously missing. He figured he’d be collecting from Sandy’s apartment
later. He had seen it in the kitchen for
so long now that it appeared to be a major hole in the room.
Not knowing what
else to do, he carried his baby bottle out toward the laundry and started
sorting. He dared not make any noise by
turning on the washer. She had said not
to wake her.
1 comment:
Oooh thanks for the update! Silly Sissy needs to drink all her bottles, I hope that comes back to bite her padded posterior...:)
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